It turned out that she was a bodyguard who was raised since childhood. The relationship between such a person and his master must be particularly deep. No wonder she is so able to make decisions for her master. "I've finished reading it. Next, please go out. There can be no living people in the room." Zhang Hao said.
Zhang Hao looked at the warm body in front of him and sighed in his heart. This body does not fit him at all. If he insists on integrating into it, it will only make him feel extremely uncomfortable.
What's more, if there is still a breath of a living person in this room, the whole process may fail and may even cause serious damage to his body and soul.
Although Wen Ya was reluctant to do this, she followed Zhang Qilin out of the room.
Before leaving, she couldn't help looking back, her eyes full of worry, and she whispered: "Don't take the opportunity to do anything bad." Zhang Hao could only respond helplessly with silence when he heard this.
When Zhang Hao was left in the room, he looked at his warm body carefully again.
After all, a human body is just a body. Once you die tragically, resentment will only be immersed in the soul and will not stay in this lifeless body.
The warmth that was lying in front of me at this moment was already empty.
An impulse surged in Zhang Hao's heart, wanting to try to summon a warm soul. However, this is not easy, not only does it take a lot of time, but it also requires drawing complex magic circles.
What's more, places like hotels are prone to hidden evil spirits. Even if he is willing to try, he can only wait until he returns to his own place.
Zhang Hao took out two talismans from his arms, one sticking to his heart, and the other sticking to Wen Xin's head.
In an instant, he felt that his body seemed to be inexplicably attracted, and he couldn't help but approach his warm body.
When the soul and body began to blend little by little, Zhang Hao felt an unprecedented severe pain. He had already expected the pain, but he didn't expect it to be so severe. He gritted his teeth and, with his tenacious endurance, finally barely stuffed his soul into his warm body.
After someone else's soul enters the body, it can only control the body's movements, but the heart will not beat and the blood will not flow. They will gradually solidify in the body, causing the movement to become stiff. In order to avoid being like a puppet, Zhang Hao had to draw a spell temporarily and chew it down and swallow it.
This talisman can give the body an illusion of living and restore the body to soften.
However, this effect does not last too long and can only last for three days at most.
If he has not solved this matter in three days, everything may be wrong.
Zhang Hao controlled his warm body and walked out of the room slowly.
Wenya, who was originally sitting on the sofa, saw this scene and stood up subconsciously. Her eyes were locked tightly on Zhang Hao, and tears seemed to flash in her eyes.
From the time she saw Wen Ya, until she mentioned Wen Xin's death just now, she never wet her eyes.
However, when she saw the dead person "come alive" again, a dreamy feeling surged in her heart, making her unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.
"Xinxin..." Wen Ya called softly, stepped forward, stretched out her arm, as if she wanted to touch Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao sighed. He knew that he could not let Wen Ya continue to be addicted, otherwise something might happen. He said in a deep voice: "Wen Ya, I am Zhang Hao, not your lady Wen Xin. You must understand this."
Hearing this, Wen Ya's movements froze. She blinked twice, and the fragile emotion disappeared without a trace in an instant. She took a step back and said with some guilt, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."
Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "It's okay. If I see an important person reappearing in front of me after death, I will feel confused. You have to remember that Wen Xin is dead. All I have to do is to complete your commission." Wen Ya nodded, turned around and handed the Wen Xin things to Zhang Hao one by one: mobile phone, handbag, ID card, and makeup bag. She whispered, "I'll put on some makeup for you. Your face is too pale and will reveal your stuff."
Zhang Hao is completely out of his way for such things, so he can only let Wen Ya help. He could feel Wen Ya's hands trembling slightly when she was putting on makeup. Every action reveals a strong reluctance, and more careful.
Zhang Hao knew that she might not have woken up from the shock, but still felt that the person in front of her had come to life warmly. Forget it, when she sees the completely different "warmness" from Wenxin, she may gradually understand.
Half an hour later, Zhang Hao's face had improved much better and no longer had blood. The body gradually returns to softness, but there is no temperature, which cannot be changed. He could only wear thick clothes and lace gloves so that he would not scare others when he accidentally touched them.
After packing up his things, Zhang Qilin pulled two suitcases behind him, while Wen Yazhe walked out of the hotel with "Wenxin". The moment they appeared, everyone was stunned.
In these three days, almost everyone thought Wen Xin was dead. What they are waiting for is the warm news of death, not the living warmth coming out of the hotel. After Zhang Hao got into the car, everyone realized it and surrounded the car frantically, pressing the camera onto the car glass, hoping to take more leaks.
Wenya's car can no longer drive because there are people from all directions. She had no choice but to call the hotel and ask them to send a team of security guards to help. The security guards barely pulled away some of the crowd before the car drove out slowly.
This scene made Zhang Qilin frown. "These people are crazy," he couldn't help but say.
Zhang Hao sneered: "They came for the news of death, not for the living."
When Zhang Qilin heard this, he glanced at Zhang Hao with some surprise, as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back. "What do you want to say?" Zhang Hao asked. "It's nothing, I'm just listening to you speak in a woman's voice, I'm not used to it." Zhang Qilin replied.
Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly. Not to mention him, even I am not used to this awkward feeling. "Wen Ya, I may only last for about three days, and I can't go any longer." Zhang Hao said in a deep voice. "Can you only have three days..." Wen Ya murmured to herself, "Then I have to hurry up."
"What should I hurry up?" Zhang Hao asked in confusion.
"...Birthday party. It was originally five days later, but you can get it a little bit ahead of it." Wen Ya explained.
Zhang Hao couldn't help laughing: "Can this be ahead of time?"
"After all, if we want to use this to clarify the rumors, it is completely understandable." Wen Ya said. After saying this, she no longer answered any questions from Zhang Hao.
This seems to be her brief way of distinguishing between Wen Xin and Zhang Hao, although she still couldn't help but go to see Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao was careful and lost a passage on his phone to Zhang Qilin: "Help me look at Wen Ya, I always feel that there is still a secret in her. She couldn't have no idea about the cause of Wen Xin's death. She had said before that she had watched Wen Xin die in front of her, but later she changed her words and said she didn't know."
Zhang Qilin was a person who could keep the secret. He nodded invisibly, and then began to observe Wen Ya quietly. Zhang Hao could see that wisps of white smoke always enveloped Wen Ya's body, and that kind of thing should be a fragment of the soul.
But whose soul fragment is it? Whose soul can be broken to that extent? Zhang Hao was full of doubts.
After more than half a day's drive, they finally arrived at the Wen family. The Wen family is a wealthy family in the local area and has been engaged in business activities for many years. Originally, the family could have flourished, but more than ten years ago, the young master and his wife, Wen Xin's parents, died in a car accident. Within two years, a fire burned many people who were separated, and in the end, only a single seedling of warmth was left. The two old men were greatly stimulated and their mental state became not very good.
After hearing these things, Zhang Hao couldn't help but feel deeply moved. He could understand why Wen Ya had to let "Wenxin" survive this birthday party. If this is not the case, maybe the two old men can't hold on. "It's really hard to live." Zhang Hao couldn't help but comment.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥! "Who do you think is the life of a person who is dead or the life of a person who is alive?" Wen Ya asked in a low voice in front of the door of the Wen family villa.
Zhang Hao pondered for a moment and said, "I think the soul that cannot be freed is the most painful."
Wen Ya smiled gently when she heard this, and didn't say anything more. She opened the car door for Zhang Hao and said with a smile: "Miss, thank you for your hard work, welcome home."
The two old men were very excited when they learned the news that Wen Xin was back home. The moment he saw them, Zhang Hao was shocked. They were sucking oxygen in their noses, one was in a wheelchair, and the other was lying on the nursing bed. It seemed that only those hands could move around the body.
However, it is precisely because of this that Zhang Hao felt that these two old men were particularly great. Suddenly, he smelled an unusual breath! The aura is both like death and evil spirits, sometimes thick and sometimes unaware of it.
Strange, how could the Wen family’s villa have such evil spirits? There are only two elderly people living here and a nursing staff. Is there anything else hidden here?
The two old men could not say too much, but when they saw Wen Ya and "Wen Xin" come back safely, their turbid eyes were still filled with tears. Finally, if the nurse hadn't reminded the elderly that it was time to go down and rest, they might have been here for a long time.
Before grandpa was pushed down, he pulled Wen Ya's hand and said in a trembling voice: "You... come back... just be fine..."
Wen Ya smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't worry, I will take good care of the lady." However, Zhang Hao seemed to see some hidden secret from the look before the old man left.
At that seemingly calm moment, Zhang Hao sensed a trace of joy deliberately hidden. This emotion was actually very natural in this situation. However, why do anyone bother to cover it up? This makes people wonder.
At the same time, the evil spirit that appears and disappears from time to time always follows like a shadow, forcing Zhang Hao to be vigilant. He thought to himself, it seemed that it was time to investigate in depth.
Under Wen Ya's leadership, Zhang Hao walked into the room where Wen Xin once lived. The decoration in the room is full of girlish hearts, and every detail reveals that this is a space for young girls who love life. "Do you have any opinions on Wen Xin's death?" Zhang Hao asked softly, trying to get some clues from Wen Ya.
Wenya shook her head, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "No, everything happened too suddenly. When I walked into the room, I only saw the moment she fell down. Her eyes met me, and then slowly closed her eyes... After that, I went to find you immediately."
Zhang Hao frowned, and he felt an inexplicable evil and dead aura permeated in this home. He speculated that this may be related to the two elderly people in the family, but more of it is probably the Feng Shui problem here. The entire family seemed to be shrouded in a layer of death. He even wondered if this family had been cursed by some vicious curse.
Recalling the death of Wen Xin's parents, the successive deaths of those relatives, and then to Wen Xin's own misfortune, there are only two old people left in their twilight years. Their lives are like candles in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.
This kind of tragic situation of family destruction is rare in Zhang Hao. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, what kind of curse could make a huge family end like this?
"The Wen family does have many enemies, and they are enemies." Wen Ya's voice interrupted Zhang Hao's thoughts, "I can't say more about the specific reasons, but if it is really a curse from people from other families, the scope of the suspect will be too wide."
Zhang Hao pondered for a moment, and then said, "It's not impossible. If you can give me a warm item that I carried for the longest time in my life, I might be able to track the source of evil spirits."
Wen Ya lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then reached her neck with her hands, gently took off a necklace, and handed it to Zhang Hao. "It's this necklace." Her voice trembled a little.
Zhang Hao took the necklace and saw that it was worn out, like a pendant worn by children many years ago. The plastic crystal has lost its luster and is mottled.
However, the chain seems to have been replaced and is relatively well preserved. This thing obviously has a special significance to Wenxin.
"This was bought together when we were kids." Wen Ya explained, "She wore it for many years until she... left, and I didn't take it off and put it on myself. Will this affect your tracking?"
"No." Zhang Hao shook his head. The moment he took the necklace, a smear of white smoke suddenly floated out of Wen Ya's arm, attached to the necklace, and then got into the crystal.
Zhang Hao glanced at Wen Ya and found that she did not seem to have any abnormal reaction.
So, he didn't say anything, and quietly put the necklace on his neck. (This chapter ends)